A cowboy is a man or woman who gets paid to keep another man’s stock alive and fat. Some work on ranches, some take care of yearlings on wheat fields, some just day work, others work in feed lots and sale barns, most work a combination of those. Most real cowboys are a mixture of veterinarian, welder, plumber, heavy equipment operator, builder, mechanic, windmiller, marketing, ag economist, dog trainer, horseman, professional rain pray’er, predator hunter, farmer and sometimes even wildlife biologist.... not all are perfect at all of those things, some don’t even ride horses.
I’ve got horses, can rope in the pasture or arena, can work cows, can back a trailer and wear a hat most days of the year and pointy boots when I ride(can catch a stirrup easier than a square toe) but when someone asks if I’m a cowboy I sheepishly say no, those men earn that title.
"I used to be a tired hunting guide, now I'm just a re-tired hunting guide"
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Having spent my whole life on a ranch, my comments may piss off some people, but here they are, there's 2 things Cowboy's don't know anything about 1 of them is COWS the other is HORSES, real cow men are just that Cattlemen, Real horse guys,are few and far between but they are known as Horsemen,you willl rarley see both in the same person, Real Cowboy's as most people think off them, no longer exist. Rio7
A cowboy is a man or woman who gets paid to keep another man’s stock alive and fat. Some work on ranches, some take care of yearlings on wheat fields, some just day work, others work in feed lots and sale barns, most work a combination of those. Most real cowboys are a mixture of veterinarian, welder, plumber, heavy equipment operator, builder, mechanic, windmiller, marketing, ag economist, dog trainer, horseman, professional rain pray’er, predator hunter, farmer and sometimes even wildlife biologist.... not all are perfect at all of those things, some don’t even ride horses.
I’ve got horses, can rope in the pasture or arena, can work cows, can back a trailer and wear a hat most days of the year and pointy boots when I ride(can catch a stirrup easier than a square toe) but when someone asks if I’m a cowboy I sheepishly say no, those men earn that title.
In today's time pretty much... And most of the true cowboys ain't walking quite like they did after agreeing a bit,but somehow get more done thd those pesky kids .... Dashes are good hat holders , even still got one truck with ond of the old spring load hat holder for over the center seat.
Barry, both my grandfathers, and grandmothers as well, could drive horses, ride horses. Milked cows, all of it.
I never saw any of them in pointed toe boots. Large brimmed hats, yes.
You'll never see me in pointy toed cowboy boots either...
Your comment reminded me of something. Back in the mid 90’s I was in my early 20’s living in Oklahoma. I did a little ranch work, rode horse, and played around at rodeoing a little bits. I was far from a pro at any of this, but I could fake it a little. I had a good opportunity so I moved to Washington state, about an hour from Seattle. I saw a local country club called Gerry Andal’s and thought I would give it a try. I was amazed at the number of men wearing cock roach killing (super pointy toe) boots with fake silver around the tip. That was my first clue to get out. I’m back in Oklahoma now and still own horses, but my “cowboyin” is mainly limited to Ranch Sorting on the weekends with my boys. I still don’t wear pointy toe boots.
Barry, both my grandfathers, and grandmothers as well, could drive horses, ride horses. Milked cows, all of it.
I never saw any of them in pointed toe boots. Large brimmed hats, yes.
You'll never see me in pointy toed cowboy boots either...
Your comment reminded me of something. Back in the mid 90’s I was in my early 20’s living in Oklahoma. I did a little ranch work, rode horse, and played around at rodeoing a little bits. I was far from a pro at any of this, but I could fake it a little. I had a good opportunity so I moved to Washington state, about an hour from Seattle. I saw a local country club called Gerry Andal’s and thought I would give it a try. I was amazed at the number of men wearing cock roach killing (super pointy toe) boots with fake silver around the tip. That was my first clue to get out. I’m back in Oklahoma now and still own horses, but my “cowboyin” is mainly limited to Ranch Sorting on the weekends with my boys. I still don’t wear pointy toe boots.
with that user name theres no need to ask what line of cowpony you prefer,,,, growing up,my dad would bring home half the jackoff horses there were to be found,,anything with a bad habit,,,It got to where i always rode not in boots but converse all stars,,chuckie taylors,,, they made your foot thin, easy in an out of stirrup,and were better to walk in if you got tossed out of the round pen,, I mostly rode those dinks in the woods so they werent apt to act out as bad
